for, dying on the verge of wisdom

Blacktail Deer Plateau. A relatively close pack, just a few miles northwest. Luckily for them, they had no other interactions, save this one. Good, since she did not want to make any more close enemies.

"There are many indeed...I have mostly sensed those of the birds that once lived here. They most likely died from fighting this war of theirs." she focused her gaze upwards, towards the treetops, wondering if any cad or croak would accompany her words. In the summer, a crow or raven probably would have responded. But in winter, it was only silence.